Bill Gates (Remix) Lyrics
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Ok here comes the great white shark, you little tadpole.
My money's like a fat b*tch, see how the cash roll?
Combination locks, safes, bread stash old, and white sh*t, [with] small faces, call me assh*le.
You mad my words touch the streets like an apostle hater? Ima turn your crew into a circle of squares like a wafflemaker.
I gotta have it, even if it ain't mine, I gotta pocket paper. And put a strong hold on every hood, see how I lock it major.
And while you're wondering who's that [mother]f*cker coming in, [stance] like the voice of god, do you speak of thundering.
Cuz tiller of the beat, and how I'm giving you the heat, and how I kill 'em in the street, and how I'm magical phenomenal with it, better watch your step yep, that's me yep!
Son you didn't ask me who's the nicest, why bother, I don't call you son because you shine like one b*tch, I'm your father cuz I fathered so many styles like every plane that I charter till they respect me and then immortalize me like a martyr.
I'm laughing with you being that you think it's funny, cuz that hundred thousand in my trunk is king of diamond money. What's the issue, now this sh*t is so official with the stamp, we got 'em amped, if you ain't know I do it up in this camp.
Sh*t I split me leaving pretty b*tches once and leave em damp, undisputed with the spit, identify me as the champ.
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It don't matter if you debate, and wanna rave, and wanna rant, incorporate the god name in every religious chant! Go!
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